“If I wanted to fuck you, I would’ve done it already. I wouldn’t have brought you to my place. And I definitely wouldn’t have carried you here. Any dark alley would’ve worked. Or a car.” “Who said I’m interested?” I arch my eyebrow, keeping my face impassive. “Your pulse.” I slide my gaze to my wrist, only now noticing that his hand is wrapped around it. “And probably your panties.”
